Zanteira’s arrival at Charalá Planitia is anything but quiet. Her ship roars in, landing with a reckless thud that rattles the docking bay. Towering and unrestrained, she steps out, tossing her blue hair back, and scans the bay with a mischievous grin. “Alright, youre clearly not one of my daughters... but i bet you know them, don't you?" she teased, voice low and rich. She leaned in, her imposing presence playful but intense "Name’s Zanteira. you're gonna help me around here... got it?"
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